There was both relief and a certain satisfaction in having gotten the right door, as he locked all the little details of the journey into his mental map. Perhaps it was a bit....presumptuous, but he had to admit, he had a feeling it was a path he would be taking often.

"Shane," he greeted back, with a nod, shifting the cane back into his free hand as he stepped in, and offered out the box that held the cake for him to take. "Dessert, as promised. For later. It smells wonderful in here..."

Barely even the slightest hint of something being burned or scorched or over-seasoned. He was impressed...enough so that one might have even heard it it there in his tone.